It shocks the shit out of both of us and she takes the opportunity to grab two fistfuls of my leather cut and says, “Hang me from the ceiling, burn my fucking feet, slice my damn throat but you will take my mother to the hospital. And I will throw in the name who is responsible for this whole fucking betrayal for the sake of justice. Not just for your father who didn’t deserve what happened, but also for my friend Dara. Even if I’m angry and disappointed she didn’t come to me with the truth in the first place so all of this could have been prevented. And I’m fucking pissed at my father for raising me like his son and in the end discarding me like the daughter my mother raised me to be. Fucking believing the enemy over his own damn daughter. All men are pigs. Pigs and a dirty ball of testosterone. And what the fuck with that almost punch to my pussy, you creep? Stick to normal torture methods or do you need me to give you some hints and tips for that too?”
I give a slight nod for Brodie to proceed and he injects her with a sedative. Her eyes go wide when she feels the needle enter her arm and she tries to defend herself but I have both her wrists in hand, spinning her around to cage her in between my body and the wall, rendering her totally useless as she slips into oblivion.
“Gotta admit, she’s fucking sexy with that ass and tits, moving the way she does,” Brodie remarks as we tie her wrists and hoist her up to hang her from the ceiling.
“She’s a chunk of meat and bones which we will use to make someone suffer for what he did to us,” I rumble in a dark growl, getting annoyed by his remarks.
Not just his remark but this whole situation, it darkens my mood and it already was fucking black with my father being murdered. Add the woman who landed in our lap, throwing oil on a fire that’s already been lit, and is causing a fucking distraction to boot.
“All right, grumpy. Doesn’t mean I can’t cop a feel.” Brodie’s hands raise toward her tits and I see red.
Grabbing his cut, I pull him close to tower over him and growl, “Keep your hands off.”
“Fuck, Ram,” he grunts and holds his hands palms up. “No need to get your nuts in a knot, I was just kidding.”
I push him away. “The second club business is done you have your cock in hand running after any available wet pussy to fill. It ain’t happening when we handle this shit, get me?”
“Sorry, Prez,” he mutters and gives a shake of his head. “Like I said, I was just kidding. Fucking bad timing, I know. Disrespectful. Your father. You. Hell…us. How we went from brothers to you taking the gavel and me having your back as the VP. It should have been us taking over the club years from now, man. The two of us should have been fucking around some more instead of having to torture bitches in retaliation for the loss of a great man along with a few brothers. Fuck.”
I rub the back of my neck. “Yeah, brother.” Releasing a deep sigh, I throw out what’s been bugging me ever since the girl started to rattle her mouth. “What do you think of this chick? And I’m not talking about her banging body.”
“She knows too much,” he simply says, and he’s right.
“My father always said he respected the fuck out of McVay. He mentioned his daughter a few times to me. The thing that stuck by me was how my father said that if he would have had a daughter instead of a son, he would have raised her the way McVay raised his daughter. And she just mentioned something similar. She was fucking pissed at her father for raising her like his son and in the end discarding her like the daughter her mother raised her to be. How he believed the enemy over his own damn daughter. She’s mentioned more than once she’d give me the name of the one responsible for my father’s death, and then we have the fact she stormed out of the house, pissed as hell, and straight into our awaiting arms.”
Brodie’s head bobs slowly. “You’re right. We’ve been too distracted by everything to take notice.”
I lift my chin in the direction of McVay’s wife. “Check how she’s doing. Call a prospect and have him drop her off at a hospital miles away from here. Be sure to take off any jewelry and shit that might identify her.”
“Smart, Prez,” Brodie rumbles as he grabs his phone and puts it to his ear. “Adler, take one of the SUVs and meet me out back, I have a job for you.” He hangs up and squats down next to the woman who is still out cold. “She’s still breathing but that’s it. Might have a brain injury. Fuck. Maybe she’s in a coma.”
“All Meribeth asked was for her mother to be taken to the hospital and that’s what we’re doing. Then we’ll squeeze all the info from her and go from there. And make sure that prospect sticks around at the hospital so we can check for updates.” I grab my knife and let the blade slide between the fabric of her dress and her bare leg. “Maybe we should tape a little video message for McVay, give the fucker a preview of what’s to come.”
Brodie chuckles and lifts McVay’s wife into his arms and heads out the door. I stalk to the tiny cabinet where Brodie pulled the syringe from. There’s another syringe with a dose to wake her up from the slumber we put her in.
I jab the needle into her skin and shoot her up, throwing the syringe on the floor. Stepping back, I wait for her to wake up. It doesn’t take long for her to gasp and flash her eyes wide open. Yanking at her restraints she suddenly goes completely slack.
Those bright blue eyes are locked on me with a hard stare. Some of her long hair has fallen out of the tight bun and is framing her face, adding to the wildness she’s shown in her character. The red with a bright orange glow suits her perfectly.
There aren’t many women who intrigue me, other than liking them for as long it takes to get myself off. It’s all I ever indulge in; easy, unattached, club pussy. Less distraction, and no fucking feelings because women are always about feelings, emotions, and shit.
But this one? No panic in a situation where she knows torture and death awaits? Her backbone is clearly made from steel and my cock hardens at the thought of breaking her. Fuck making a deal with her, I’ll get the information out of her one way or another and then deliver her in pieces on her father’s doorstep.
I might as well call off the prospect delivering her mother to the hospital but then again, it’s also nice to fuck around with people and patching the woman up so I can hurt her later is also a nice touch if you ask me. Especially when my end goal is to wipe out the whole McVay family. And the woman in front of me is a nice start.
Letting the knife travel between her legs, I let my eyes stay fixed on her face. There’s no emotion whatsoever. But when I lift a finger and place it on her breastbone, slowly feathering down between her tits her eyes are suddenly wide as fuck, nipples poking through the thin fabric of her dress.
I have to say, the delicate touch is like there’s electricity dancing between us. I have no clue how it’s even possible, but damn…it’s fucking nice. I put the knife back into its sheath to free my hands and cup both her lush tits.
“Now this is a whole new kind of torture I seemed to have saved just for you,” I rumble in a husky tone. “The first one, seeing this will be your first time. Right? You mafia folks respecting the whole honorable, virgin thing. I’m thinking this will be a nice start seeing the knife doesn’t impress you much. My hands sliding over your skin, though? My touch lights up your body and it terrifies you, doesn’t it? Like what you’re not supposed to, huh? Want me to eat your sweet pussy? Make you come all over my tongue?”